This Dao Ancestor Wants This Star Fragment

Extraterritorial Battlefield, before the gateway.

"Hah." A cold smile curled Chen Xun's lips as the Bandit Mask slowly enveloped his body. He turned his head and said, "Old Ox, compared to Defiled Lifespan, these Evil Spirits are lacking by more than just a little."

"Moo!" Big Black Ox's gaze was razor-sharp as he began summoning the Bandit Set as well. These Extraterritorial Evil Spirits actually cultivated the Dark Devouring Law within Chaotic Emptiness.

No wonder they could use cultivators for cultivation, and even produce Life Essence such as Evil Marrow Crystals within their bodies after death. Sure enough, whatever environment one lived in would forge whatever kind of immortal cultivator.

Little Crane's eyes flickered as a vast aura descended, and the void instantly trembled.

A terrifying phantom slowly descended and took root, yet not a trace of its aura leaked out. The cultivators of every race charging about nearby did not even notice the slightest anomaly.

Yet her tightly pressed lips still betrayed her heart. Little Crane was incomparably nervous at this moment.

She had never experienced such a terrifying Frontline Battlefield. The Blood Qi constantly surging at every moment battered her mind without pause.

Little Crane inadvertently glanced at Big Brother and Second Brother. They were exceedingly calm, as though they were merely searching for opponents, utterly unaffected by the Extraterritorial Battlefield.

Little Crimson let out a low growl and put away the Tattered Cotton Quilt. Its entire body had already grown to just a fraction smaller than Big Black Ox.

A fierce glint flashed through its eyes as it searched for Nascent Soul Evil Spirits with its divine sense. There was no room for child's play on a battlefield—when picking persimmons, one had to pick the soft ones to squeeze!

"Stinking turtle." Chen Xun looked at the Foul